Reverend Monro Wilson - John Pettie

Toile tamponnée - Louis Cane

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Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

The Doll (Maquette for The Doll's Games) - Hans Bellmer

Use Time Travel To Take People From Casual To Active

There are two aspects to this strategy: Painting a picture of the future of what life will be like if they DO take action with you and what life will be like if they DON'T.

To craft a picture of don't- start with identifying their problem and help them become more aware of it. But be careful to not prey on their fears. Use it wisely and compassionately.

For the do- Show them examples of transformation. Do this using testimonials It's one thing to tell people what will happen if they follow you but another to prove that your stuff works by showing people who were just like them not too long ago

Heart and Soul

verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell

I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray

chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you

I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell

Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew

I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat

chorus

Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul

Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told

Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell

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My Everything (personal)

My tears of pain could not have justified my love for you.
What else am I supose to do?
All I can do is sit here and cry.
Write down my thoughts,
expressing all my feelings.
I wish I didn't have to though.....
I wish I could just shut it all out.
Block out everything,
turn my heart cold,
black.
Nothing in there.
Completly empty;
like a bottomless pit.
Everything empty;
but now.....
I have to deal with this.
How?
I don't know.
It ponders through my mind all the time.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Knowing me,
my decision will be bad.
That's always the outcome.....
no matter what.
I can feel my heart beating faster everytime I think about it.
Faster,
faster,
and faster!
I just want it all to stop.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you here anymore!
You took over my mind.
I can't block you out.
Why?
That's my question.....
Why do you have this great power over me?
Why does it exsist?
Can't it just disapear?
No.....
that will never happen.
It's impossibile.
I can't explain it;
it's just too confusing to.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
It hurts too much babe.....
You have caused me all this pain and torture.
It's all too much to bear.
I'm losing control over my life.
You control me now;
not me.
You are my keeper,
my owner,
my lover:
"I wish."
How long is this going to go on?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No,
I know the answer.....
forever.
I will always be yours.
You will always have the power over me;
for always and forever.
Even in death,
I will belong to you.
You are my everything.
Nobody can take that away from me.
I wish you would open your sparkling eyes and realize.....
realize my love;
love for you.
You always push it away.
Whenever I try to be there for you,
you block me out.
Making your heart cold,
black.
Completly empty.
You know I will always be there for you.
All I want to do is see you happy.
When you smile,
it makes me smile as well.
Just one look at you,
and my heart fills with joy.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach;
head pounding,
heart aching,
all for you.
I know time helps ease the pain,
but not for me.
I gave way too much fucking time.
All that time.....
and for what?
YOU!
It wasn't even worth it,
you didn't seem to care.
Now I can never have that time back.
So I sit here alone.
In the dark.
With the thoughts of you running through my mind.
It hurts too much.
This pain is not what I want.
I wish the pain could be over,
but it's not.
I don't think it ever will be.
So what do I do from here?
Honestly,
I don't really know.
I wish you would come up to me and say,
"I love you."
"I love you too hunni."
I wish to be free.
Free from your world,
and everything in it.
I don't think I could do that though.
So the days grow longer,
nights grow shorter;
while this pain runs through my body.
Why can't I move on?
Why can't I just say,
"Fuck you!"
because you mean so much to me.
I care too much for you.
I wish it all could be over.
I can't go on like this anymore.
So for now,
I'll see what the future holds.
David,
You know you will always be in my heart;
no matter what happens.
You were my first love.
Noone can take that away.
You are my everything.

*Dedicated to DBH

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 “𝐰𝐡𝐲” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬.

drawing artwork

Modern art | View from French Riviera balcony | DIGITAL DOWNLOAD illustration artwork

painting artwork

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Untitled - Zdzislaw Beksinski

painting artwork

The slow increase of consumerism

The idea of people as consumers took shape before WWI, but it became more common in America in the 1920s.

People have always consumed the basics of life - food, clothing, shelter. They had to work to get them, but there was little economic motive for increased consumption among the masses. Attempts to promote new fashions and boost sales slowly increased as the pursuit of wealth extended beyond the very rich.

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Weakening Strength

I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.

View of the town Mykolaiv - Fyodor Alekseyev

Nastassja Mikulishna - Konstantin Vasilyev